( His voice has gone into a teasing purr, but there's genuine curiosity there too. He doesn't know how to do romance from this angle either. His love language continues to be acts of service. )
[ Satoru blinks at this suggestion. He genuinely never considered receiving flowers.
Then he laughs and shakes his head. ] No, they'd die. And I really don't think I care. I don't want that kinda stuff.
I just want you to pay attention to me and spoil me the way you already do. [ Suguru already does so much to care for him, and Satoru basks in it. ] Plus kissing.
... And sex. [ He feels strangely awkward for saying it, even though they're not virgins and Suguru has already said they were fucking. Still, he somehow feels like a blushing teenager as he says it, like it's something scandalous. ]
( It's a little wry, amused though. Sex had been their primary mode of communication. He doesn't think that much has changed. ) No flowers, but everything I've been doing. I think I can handle that.
[ He shifts a little, lifting Suguru's chin to meet his eyes, and he smiles warm and happy at his beloved. ]
I was telling Yuji just a couple days ago that I am happy here. Happier than I've been in a long, long time.
And that was before the love of my life agreed to date me. [ Grinning, Satoru holds Suguru's gaze for a moment longer, enjoying the sight of his handsome face, and then he leans in to kiss him. ]
( His instinctive shut up is cut off by Satoru's lips. That's all right really, he doesn't mind simply kissing him back. It's a softer kiss than he's used to, and one that ignites a deep warmth in his chest. It's nice, it feels sweet. He wants more of it. So he lets his hand move to curl into snow-white locks, fingers burying themselves there. It's merely an anchoring point for something unhurried though when they part he does twitch his face into a scowl. )
What protests? [ Satoru gives him a genuinely bewildered look. The grumbling and scowls are normal, but he didn't think there were actual protests involved. ] That I'm happy we're dating? That you're the love of my life?
Because if you need to be convinced of those things with thorough data and arguments, I can be more effusive. I could make charts, do you want charts? [ He intends to continue talking shit and will soon start going into that data and details. If only there were a way to shut him up. ]
[ Satoru makes a happy sound into the kiss, returning it blissfully. When Suguru breaks the kiss, Satoru watches him with shameless adoration, eyes going half-lidded while Suguru pets his hair. ]
I'd rather you ate me. [ A lascivious eyebrow-waggle, though it's half-hearted before he allows himself to melt back into the petting. ]
You'd better believe me. I'm prepared to get real embarrassing if you ever doubt it.
I could have been terrorising this place, you don't know that.
( Actually post death he'd mostly stuck to himself, and then when he'd finally thought to branch out it was only because of Gojo and the students. He hasn't been nearly as awful as he could have been. )
I don't doubt the terrorizing. [ He lets his eyes close, contented. It's been an emotional time, and even though a part of him is hungry for more attention, he also thinks that they both just need rest and comfort. ] I just don't believe that any of it was 'hard-ass' terrorizing.
[ Nuzzling at Suguru, he yawns and lets his clinging relax into a softer cuddling. ] Nap.
( He snorts softly, but the prospect doesn't sound like too bad of an idea. Already his body feels too heavy, the warmth of another body in the bed beside him lulling him into a more relaxed state. They could nap. Nothing is stopping them. No one needs them. )
You better not still kick in your sleep.
( Half-hearted, he wouldn't mind either way. )
Rest, Satoru. We can work everything else out tomorrow.
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( His voice has gone into a teasing purr, but there's genuine curiosity there too. He doesn't know how to do romance from this angle either. His love language continues to be acts of service. )
Would you remember to keep them alive?
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Then he laughs and shakes his head. ] No, they'd die. And I really don't think I care. I don't want that kinda stuff.
I just want you to pay attention to me and spoil me the way you already do. [ Suguru already does so much to care for him, and Satoru basks in it. ] Plus kissing.
... And sex. [ He feels strangely awkward for saying it, even though they're not virgins and Suguru has already said they were fucking. Still, he somehow feels like a blushing teenager as he says it, like it's something scandalous. ]
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Colour me surprised.
( It's a little wry, amused though. Sex had been their primary mode of communication. He doesn't think that much has changed. ) No flowers, but everything I've been doing. I think I can handle that.
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[ He sighs out a deep breath, letting go of a little more long-held tension. ] It’s strange, how much better I feel, knowing that we were a mess.
It was bothering me, the feeling that this was too good to be true. Like I was waiting for a trap to spring.
Now it feels right. Like we’re broken, but at least we’re broken together.
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( Quietly. )
I want you to have peace here Satoru. I want you to be happy.
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[ He shifts a little, lifting Suguru's chin to meet his eyes, and he smiles warm and happy at his beloved. ]
I was telling Yuji just a couple days ago that I am happy here. Happier than I've been in a long, long time.
And that was before the love of my life agreed to date me. [ Grinning, Satoru holds Suguru's gaze for a moment longer, enjoying the sight of his handsome face, and then he leans in to kiss him. ]
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You can't cut off all my protests like that.
( Yes, he can. )
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Because if you need to be convinced of those things with thorough data and arguments, I can be more effusive. I could make charts, do you want charts? [ He intends to continue talking shit and will soon start going into that data and details. If only there were a way to shut him up. ]
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No charts. If I even see a hint of a chart I'm going to make the bird eat you.
( An idle threat, he goes back to carding his hand through Satoru's hair, semi-indulgent. )
I believe you anyway. You don't need to convince me.
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I'd rather you ate me. [ A lascivious eyebrow-waggle, though it's half-hearted before he allows himself to melt back into the petting. ]
You'd better believe me. I'm prepared to get real embarrassing if you ever doubt it.
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( He's already so pink he's afraid he might burst into flames right there on the bed. )
My reputation as a hard-ass would be in shambles within minutes, Satoru. I've worked so hard.
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I mean, unhinged and murdery, sure. But you're kind of an unhinged murdery softie, babe.
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I could have been terrorising this place, you don't know that.
( Actually post death he'd mostly stuck to himself, and then when he'd finally thought to branch out it was only because of Gojo and the students. He hasn't been nearly as awful as he could have been. )
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[ Nuzzling at Suguru, he yawns and lets his clinging relax into a softer cuddling. ] Nap.
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You better not still kick in your sleep.
( Half-hearted, he wouldn't mind either way. )
Rest, Satoru. We can work everything else out tomorrow.